A Winter Day - Katie Powell

A Winter Day

Trudging through the icicles of grass beneath my numb foot,
The park was like a lake of pure grey
You could see the flowers withering down
As they lay with their delicate petals
Silent as the night,
Waiting to return to their gay and happy poses
The sky looked down in the same mood
With its dark cloudy eyes
It spread itself over the park
The kids walked by with woollen scarves
As they kept the warm  thoughts
To survive the cold day
Every step was followed by the mud
Squelching underneath me
Every look up for hope
Is tore down by the wind
Brushing my face from side to side
And every minute a stream of cold rain
Would pour down on my clothes
The kind of weather you would expect
On a gloomy winter’s day

by Katie Powell (9 years)
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